A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 622

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Summary for Chapter 622: A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator

Chapter summary: Chapter 622 from the book A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator by S.J. Frost

Discover the most important events of Chapter 622, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator. With the engaging writing of S.J. Frost, this Romance masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.

This time, Specs genuinely hesitated.

Elissa was absolutely right. If she died right here, right now, it wouldn't just be a slip-up. It would be a death sentence for all of them. The heads of both the Murphy and Wilkinson families were sitting right downstairs. Without Elissa as a hostage, none of Finn's crew would be walking out of this courtyard alive.

Specs weighed his options. "Aren't you supposed to be some genius doctor? Tell me what medicine or supplies you need, and I'll have someone buy them."

Clearly, he wasn't about to relax his guard.

Elissa pretended to think it over before answering in a flat tone, "A glass of hot water and a warm jacket."

Specs scowled. "You sure ask for a lot..."

"I don't have a choice. I'm freezing." Elissa glanced around the desolate, drafty space before eyeing him. "Aren't you cold?"

It was the dead of winter, and the biting wind was relentless. Anyone would be freezing.

Specs hesitated. Getting hot water was easy enough, but where was he supposed to find her a jacket? This villa had been abandoned for years; there wasn't so much as an intact rug left, let alone clothing.

He shot a look at one of his guys standing guard in the hallway. "Go get a glass of hot water."

Then he turned his cold gaze back to Elissa. "There's no jacket. You're a spoiled little princess; even if I took mine off and gave it to you, you'd never—"

"Give her mine."

Before Specs could finish his sentence, a steady, authoritative female voice echoed from the hallway. Elissa instinctively turned to see Laurel brushing past Finn's guards, striding directly toward the terrace. "It's just a coat. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"

She didn't press forward aggressively. She stopped right at the entrance of the terrace, shrugging off her heavy down jacket and holding it out to Specs.

Specs clicked his tongue in annoyance. But the negotiation downstairs was still ongoing, and no one knew if this would end in a bloodbath or a truce. Right now, there was zero benefit in offending Laurel Wilkinson over a piece of clothing. He walked over, grabbed the coat, patted it down thoroughly inside and out, and tossed it at Elissa. "Put it on."